When we celebrated the new year with the kiddos, we drank sparkling apple cider out of plastic wine goblets and made ginger bread cookies. The kiddies went out around 10:30pm while we tried to find live coverage of the ball dropping in New York. To our dismay we didn’t find it, darned Internet! Oh well. I go upstairs to hear a choir of snoring children all snuggled on the floor with our dogs, verycute.
Fast forward a few weeks and I’ve noticed a few occasions where my oldest is chewing gum or the smell of sweet bubble gum. I’m thinking to myself, I didn’t buy any gum and neither did anyone else…where did this gum come from? One day I see all thee of my”angels” chewing away and leap into the abyss by asking what everyone wants to know. Clearing throat. Um..Denali, where did you get that gum? Silas quickly pipes in. She took it! What?! You mean she stole it? Yup.
My daughter is a thief. Dear Lord! I was so not ready for this day, ever to come. She took the gum I told her she couldn’t get because she had money at home and she could get the gum next time she remembered her $$. I realize that I am a trusting and often not observant mom but she has always respected my decision when it came down to it. I also (slightly) understand that she really wanted the gum and doesn’t understand fully what she has done.
So the next time I go to this store I talk to the one of the clerks, in hushed tones because I am way embarrassed to ask the questions “Who do I talk to? Should I bring her in and have her pay for it?”. The clerk is really nice about it and tells me to bring her in to talk to the manager. This should “teach” her a lesson. I am dreading taking her there. I’m not sure what I’ll do, cry or laugh?! I am realizing more and more my children’s autonomy. It’s kind of scary.
Has anyone else experienced this? What did you do?
